A Close Call

I came damn close to missing my flight home today.  After going to the wrong parking lot to try to park my pickup truck and trailer, I got to the terminal 55 minutes before my flight's schedule departure time.  When I found the security area, they had two metal detectors operating out of five machines, and first-class got one while coach had to use the other one.  More than 30 minutes later, I was just entering the concourse when they announced the final call for boarding my flight.  I ran to the other end and managed to get on.  I wasn't even the last one there, several other people came after me.  Anyway, I was expecting I'd miss my flight, but I got home ok.